Lost Girl - Peter Pan (Both Disney and Once Upon A Time)

Chatper 4 - Rude awakenings

Morgan:
The cold knife was scraped along my skin. Tormenting me. The darkness surrounding me cloaked whoever was holding it.
"Please, don't." I pleaded. Tears forming in my eyes.
I was wasting my breath. The cool sharp mental slid gently along my skin, torturing me.
I wriggled but rope held me down. My breathing became out of control. I felt it starting. Another panic attack. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate but nothing came. Slowly i opened them again to see Peter stood holding the knife.
"Peter. Thank god. Peter, put the knife down. Please, you don't have to do this" I begged, tears falling down my face. He simply smirked. Held the knife in both hands, lifted it above his head and plunged it deep into my stomach.

Light flooded my eyes as I jolted upwards. Checking my surroundings, I began a reality check, something I had to do almost every time I woke up in Neverland. The dreams I have here are never good, yet so surreal, it's hard to tell what's real and what is just a dream.
I felt my face, tears moistening my cheeks, and rubbed my eyes which were still adjusting to the light. Why was I dreaming about Peter Pan? And why did he stab me? I usually dreamt about being killed in various ways but never at the hands of another. Hook gifted me a lost journal once, which I'd transformed into my dream log. Every dream I'd had since receiving the book was recorded on its pages.
I made quick notes about the dream and remembered what happened before I'd fallen asleep. Looks like I'd done an awful job as look out.

The telescope I kept in the crows nest was a deep red with gold details embellished around the centre. I grabbed it and started to look out towards the Island. Hook, Smee and the others clumsily threw bags into the boat.
"Supplies inbound" I exclaimed to the crew below to begin their routine but I kept an eye on the boat to ensure it left the shore and arrived safely.

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Excitedly I jumped from the ladder and ran to greet the returning team. "Miss Morgan, we have some items for you." one of the crew said holding out a fabric bag.
"Thank you!" I graciously bowed and took the bag. Hook looked at me, beaming with excitement, presumably to see me open the bag.
I wrapped the string, which held the bag closed, around myself and began to unload the supplies from the small boat.
There were at least a dozen of us moving the boxes and bags from the small rowing boat. We formed a conveyor belt of sorts and passed the cargo along to make the job easier.
We were half done when my surroundings blurred, ears ringing. The dark brown ship had lost detail and people were just moving blobs; i couldn't hear a thing. Someone started to shake me and wave their hand inches from my face. It was no use. Nothing was happening. Until a faint flute tune flooded my brain, causing my eye sight to worsen and caused my legs to give out.
I lay there on the floor, the bright blue sky above me, with an enchanting melody in my head. Unable to move. Completely trapped in my body. As clouds moved i saw slight images or feelings within them. Mainly loneliness and anger.
I was unsure how long i was out for, hours maybe, the crew tried everything to get me up but nothing worked. Once the music stopped and my vision returned i was drenched with water and realised all 23 crew members were surrounding me, with Hook watching from afar as to not give me special treatment.
"what? have i got something on my face?" I asked trying to make light of a pretty serious situation.
"No, love. I think we need to have a chat." The Captain ordered with a serious strand in his voice.

I followed Smee and Hook to the ship's helm as the rest of the boys got back to unpacking supplies.
"Are you alright Lass?" My father asked, a hint of concern spread on his face "What happened".
"Aye, I'm alright, I don't know what happened. My vision blurred, legs gave way and a flute filled my ears. It almost sounded like the tune Peter played the night he - "
" - He's looking for you" Smee interrupted "It's that pipe of his, the men speak of it holding a part of himself, it's dangerous. If he finds you aboard the Jolly Roger, who knows what he'll do."
It was at that moment i realised i had two options, either stay on board and hide or find out what this Peter Pan wants.
"I can't put you all in danger any longer. I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me. If it's me he wants. Then it's me he'll get. I have to go to him Hook" I paused to gauge his reaction as he'd stayed silent this whole time. His expression developed into that of a deeply hurt father who didn't want to lose his daughter again. "I can't thank you enough for all you've done, i've never felt more at home but I can not keep hiding. i hope you understand that."
"Morgan, love, you can't seriously be thinking about facing Pan alone. He's the worst of the worst. He's a bloody demon if i've ever seen one. If you go, you may not return and that's something I can't live with. You're a part of this crew now." Only Smee, Hook and I knew that we were related and since we were on deck he couldn't be too blunt. Nevertheless i understood what he truly meant. He didn't want to lose his daughter. He didn't want to lose me again.